Ostrich Eye
Chapter One
Chapter 1
Every time I try to figure out how it all started, I find myself going back to that really nice stretch of days last spring. It was one of those early May afternoons when the birds are kind of flowing in waves from one backyard to the next, eating all the birdseed at one feeder, then moving on. When the lilacs are starting to bud and the lettuce in the gardens is coming up in pale green stripes and you tie your sweater around your waist and let your arms soak up some sun.
I'd gotten off the school bus in front of Kim's house as usual and walked the two blocks home. As I went in the front door, I heard Mom talking in the kitchen.
"God knows how much I hate crafts," she was saying. "A glue gun makes me want to break out in hives." At first I thought she was talking to me, but then I heard my aunt Suzanne's quick bright voice and smelled the coffee and cinnamon rolls.
"Couldn't you get somebody else to do it?" Suzanne asked.
"I've called everybody. Everybody's too busy."
"Like you're not?" Suzanne said. "You just started a new job, Renee, isn't tha ... read full excerpt from Ostrich Eye ebook
